My military past has driven and pounded a fierce level of consistency into me. Everything I own gets placed in the exact same spot, the exact same way. Now something being slightly off won't bother me it's not OCD level. But not in the same location entirely, you may as well have launched into outer space because there is no chance in hell I'll find it.

She on the other hand, will just kind place things wherever. Magically always found by her when she needs it. My stuff that she uses, while knowing where it is, and where it's supposed to be when she is done with... Vanishes into thin air. In the past week she somehow lost tools from my small portable tool kit, which isn't so small it's about 3 feet wide by 1 foot tall and 1 foot deep. Which used to contain just about any tool for on the go repairs (screwdrivers, pliers, and dremel a drill, you get the idea) roughly $1000 worth of tools, vanished into thin air. While cleaning out the storage closet and rearranging she made my tactical Assault bag vanish... Containing 35 magpul magazines (fully loaded...) my chest rig, my plate carrier, pretty much all of my old military gear. I've found bits and pieces of that stuff scattered throughout the house over the past few days. Now today, when I decided to refinish my sig sauer since it got rather worn, I took the Surefire x300 and the grips off, placing them next to the tv in our bedroom, and go out to the garage. I come back a few hours later here she decided to rearrange the entire bedroom. Guess where those grips and x300 went? Vanished. None of this she recalls seeing or ever moving. Now I know some people are thinking she is selling my ****. I've been dealing with this for years, it will eventually resurface in the most unusual spot one could imagine.

Hopefully I will eventually resolve this issue... While her stuff can be placed in any spot wherever it's always easily located by her as previously stated. Now... God forbid I go into the kitchen and (which she flawlessly maintains at an OCD-like level of consistency) and move anything one millimetre but it's ok to make my stuff vanish for weeks at a time and eventually resurface, and when I get pissed about it I'm the bad guy.

Join the club...this happens to me all the time. My wife thinks (or says) that I'm absent-minded. Yet I don't have this problem at work or in areas she doesn't go, like my Den.

Consider making at least one area of the house 'your area'. Call it man-cave, Den...whatever. It should be an area that you can call your own. Do your stuff there and you'll know at least where those things are.

That would be the garage... Which she still enters to do things other then drive her car in and out despite my pleading. The storage closet and laundry room are also in there, which we both frequent (and I have no issue with the laundry room access either) but the storage closet... It's all my stuff but she insisted it was unkept and had to cleaned and organised. The garage is my "get away from the wife" area which she doesn't seem to grasp the concept of... Containing my work bench, my recliner, a small plasma screen tv, a radio, and even my hammock strung up between two beams, and a small closet I made for myself to keep my work clothes and gear in.

I didn't ask for much for a my space area and it does not bother me if she enters to drive in or out, or go into the laundry room. But it does when she bothers my stuff in there. Excluding the grips and weapon light (I left them I. The bedroom cause its my bedside gun, oddly enough the firearms in various parts of the house have NEVER vanished) this is where all my stuff vanishes from.

She for some reason....which i cannot understand. Believes i am the all knowing all seeing all hearing answer grape. Thus no matter how far fetched the question, how difficult the answer, or how weird the subject. She expects me to know the answer and explain it in vivid detail for upwards of an hour.

Today we had a 2 hour conversation on the Gaelic Language that lead nowhere :-p

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My military past has driven and pounded a fierce level of consistency into me. Everything I own gets placed in the exact same spot, the exact same way. Now something being slightly off won't bother me it's not OCD level. But not in the same location entirely, you may as well have launched into outer space because there is no chance in hell I'll find it.

She on the other hand, will just kind place things wherever. Magically always found by her when she needs it. My stuff that she uses, while knowing where it is, and where it's supposed to be when she is done with... Vanishes into thin air. In the past week she somehow lost tools from my small portable tool kit, which isn't so small it's about 3 feet wide by 1 foot tall and 1 foot deep. Which used to contain just about any tool for on the go repairs (screwdrivers, pliers, and dremel a drill, you get the idea) roughly $1000 worth of tools, vanished into thin air. While cleaning out the storage closet and rearranging she made my tactical Assault bag vanish... Containing 35 magpul magazines (fully loaded...) my chest rig, my plate carrier, pretty much all of my old military gear. I've found bits and pieces of that stuff scattered throughout the house over the past few days. Now today, when I decided to refinish my sig sauer since it got rather worn, I took the Surefire x300 and the grips off, placing them next to the tv in our bedroom, and go out to the garage. I come back a few hours later here she decided to rearrange the entire bedroom. Guess where those grips and x300 went? Vanished. None of this she recalls seeing or ever moving. Now I know some people are thinking she is selling my ****. I've been dealing with this for years, it will eventually resurface in the most unusual spot one could imagine.

Hopefully I will eventually resolve this issue... While her stuff can be placed in any spot wherever it's always easily located by her as previously stated. Now... God forbid I go into the kitchen and (which she flawlessly maintains at an OCD-like level of consistency) and move anything one millimetre but it's ok to make my stuff vanish for weeks at a time and eventually resurface, and when I get pissed about it I'm the bad guy.

/end irritated by the wife rant

Been there, done that.

Scariest phrase from my wife is "I never saw it". 6 months or a year later, "Oh that!, It was in the way."

I am not neat, but! I have to return each and every tool to where I got it from, or it's gone. Even 5 minutes later. No recall.

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Earp: Not everyone who knows you hates you.
DOC: I know it ain't always easy bein' my friend....but I'll BE THERE when you need me.

She for some reason....which i cannot understand. Believes i am the all knowing all seeing all hearing answer grape. Thus no matter how far fetched the question, how difficult the answer, or how weird the subject. She expects me to know the answer and explain it in vivid detail for upwards of an hour.

Today we had a 2 hour conversation on the Gaelic Language that lead nowhere :-p

To a woman the substance of the conversation isn't the important part, it's the conversation itself.

You could be talking total gibberish and she would like it because you are engaging with her in a manner she enjoys.

Let me clarify I'm not knocking women in general, or your girl friend, for this trait. I simply think it's a very womanly trait to want to talk...sometimes a lot

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Last edited by UtahIrishman; 08-17-2012 at 23:49..
Reason: clarification

LMFAO... That's the terminal battle of all men. I can go as far as present the little lady with forensic and scientific proof/evidence and I'm still wrong. Other then those two things I really can't complain much. But damn, like $10,000 worth of my stuff gone in seven days cause she went on a cleaning frenzy. She regularly makes stuff vanish but when she does a cleaning frenzy I damn near lose my mind when I come home from work and it looks like all my stuff got looted.

I've tried engaging this enemy but all it really accomplishes is pissing her off cause I'm absent minded and accusitory (while she swears up and down she either never saw it or put it back) and so and so forth and I end up in my hammock out in the garage.